Movie review: 'Project X'

“Project X” is the movie equivalent of that good-looking, well-off teenage boy your gut tells you to keep away from your teenage daughter.

He may turn on the charm and come from what we assume is a “good family.” But something sets off the warning bells — that he has lost his mind to his hormones, that he objectifies women in the worst way, that he’s too casual with the homophobic slurs.

That doesn’t really describe Thomas (Thomas Mann), the gawky, upper-middle-class teen in this “Hangover” for high schoolers.

But it nails his pal, Costa (Oliver Cooper). Costa’s a blustering transplanted New Yorker who eggs on Thomas as they plan a parents-out-of-town birthday party; mocks their mutual “fat little ‘Rain Man’” pal, J.B. (Jonathan Daniel Brown), for being in the school “Gay-V. Club”; and is hell-bent on turning this North Pasadena fete into an epic party that will be the “game changer” for their social status and give them access to sex with the school hotties.

And no list of warnings — “Do not go into my office. The pool heater? Don’t touch it.” — from Thomas’ colorless dad can steer the boys from their collision course with destiny.

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Things start to go wrong when they rip off Costa’s well-armed, disturbed drug dealer. Costa has blasted the invitations all over social media, so the socially anonymous Thomas will be hosting hordes of “randoms,” peers who don’t know he exists. Not to worry, though. Costa has hired a team of middle schoolers led by Tyler (Nick Nervies, hilarious). They have nunchucks and Tasers and jackets with “Security” on them.

What could go wrong?

Naturally, Thomas must pursue the hottest girl in school. Naturally, his gorgeous longtime pal, Kirby (Kirby Bliss Blanton), the only woman given even a hint of personality, is hurt by this.

This Todd (“Hangover”) Phillips production has its share of explosive laughs, mostly of the “Oh my God” variety. Excess — the tree house turned into a beer dispensary, hoses run to ground level, where gravity and volume produce a lung full of suds — to the simple size and scope of the blowout, is what passes for humor here.

Yeah, the cops show up. And the TV news helicopters. And an ill-tempered dwarf (Martin Klebba, in a cameo that steals the movie).

But it’s a wearying “romp,” from its tired “lose our virginity” formula to the conceit of making this a “birthday” mockumentary, ostensibly filmed by the goth-video nerd Dax (Dax Flame). Director Nima Nourizadeh loses track of that for long stretches of impossible-for-Dax-to-get angles and edits.

Even with all the scores of random shots of pert female bottoms, topless teens and ogled short skirts, it’s hard to say if screenwriters Michael Bacall and Matt Drake or Nourizadeh are unrepentant pigs. Maybe Phillips (“Old School”) is their Costa, the bottom feeder egging them on in their pursuit of the bottom. And bottoms.

“Project X” is more politically incorrect than hateful. Clueless boys in its target audience may mistake it for a date movie. But just you wait, kids. “X” is that beau who sets off warning bells when he’s there to date your little girl. You won’t want to let her out the door with this creep.

Project X

Rated R

2 stars